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He moved closer, kissing her cheek. "C'mon, baby."
She laughed. "You'll leave me after before a hundred years?"
He kissed her again, his hand on her waist. "Please?"
She patted his shoulder. "You can do it."
He groaned, pulling the car over to turn and move towards her, kissing her jaw lightly.
She kissed his cheek. "Good."
She laughed. "I love you."
He frowned. "Don't start this."
He gave her a grin. "Of course!" *** She nodded agreeably. "Good. Good. Next, we're going to pull the string through, and stick it in the...
Her smile softened. "I guess your feelings are a real page-turner."
"Not while I'm driving. That's dangerous."
He nodded. "I'd be happy to." *** She laughed slightly. "Right. The sewing. Anyways, what we're going to do first is fold the fabric like...
She laughed. "You wish!"
He nodded. "Only for the desert road."
He hesitated. "If you're okay with that." *** She grinned. "I'm kidding, kiddos. No jail is involved."
"Probably where a lot of people would care to book," she said playfully. "As in look?"
He nodded. "Definitely."
He nodded. "Sure. Sure. I'll take a look." *** She nodded. "School jail. No crayons for, like, a week."
"Just cause," he explained. "This is my one chance to drive and kiss you at the same time."
He shook his head. "It's okay. Really." *** "You'll go to jail."
